Thursday, June 23, 2005
Dear, *
I'm thinking of your vague reply
So I can understand
Why we put this at rest
Why we forget to
Say that we were leaving
Say that we were sorry
The past remains unspoken
As this vacant night is dieing
But I still miss your summer perfume
This cold air brings such a distance to us
Such a painful distance
I'm still waiting for you to say you hate me now
So I don't have to hold on to this burning heart
This burning heart is getting old, getting old
While sitting on this cold kitchen floor,
Head down to hide the tears, ive realized
I've finally realized that you were
Sincerely,
Me.
/Daphne Loves Derby, Midnight Highway
Y bring on the bling
8:13 PM
8:13 PM
